Azeroth is a realm of war, adventure and greatness, where heroes would clash with ages old gods and monsters in search of epic loot and mounts. Where mortals would shake the foundations of the cosmos with little more than sheer will and every magical artifact they could get their hands on and overpower. It was to stand as a grand champion against madness and despair to save the world, even as manipulations wrapped you in chains of silk and lies. It was, all said and done, a challenging place to be born into, even as there are potential paths for might undreamed of.

Yeah, that was ten thousand years in the future and while I had some cheats, I was born a slave. Well technically, as her legs were on my shoulders, fingers through my hair, I was her pet. "Forward! Charge!" And those little feet dug into my chest, as I ran forward, a laughing eight year old Azshara riding on my back. Currently her mount, even as she lifted a wand, sparks of arcane energy rushing out and striking a target that looked like a troll. "Faster! Faster!"

She was a demanding little brat, but there was a shred of innocence inside of her at this point. Could I likely stop her from making the poor life choices that resulted in the world sundering and her transformed and a minion to an old god? Likely not, but I would at the very least try. Not least because even if I would be long dead by that point, but I could try and change some things. Hopefully. A guy could hope, even as she squealed and sent a whip of fire magic to strike at has ass as she laughed and wanted to go faster.

There was, as she had me cuddle her in her bed, using me like a teddy bear... some goodness in her. You know, between the moments of being a total bitch.

Vashj

On the one hand, she had thought it was just going to be her lady and the other handmaidens. The... human? Yes, the human that was giving Azshara a foot rub while kneeling at her feet was... not something that she expected to see. Still, she was not sure about voicing her thoughts as she listened to her mistress. All in all, it was a wonderful lesson on magic and what her mistress had discovered.

Yet... "Oh, do you like the color of my nails? Or are those glances at someone less pretty then me?" Even as she looked up, recoiling as her mistress was pouting, the royal's lip quivering, eyes wide with tears... before she smiled, an amused smirk on her face. "Really my handmaidens, you don't need to be jealous of my pet. Not least because he is human, and how long do your kind usually live for again?"

The question was delivered casually, and none at the table had any illusion that their mistress did not know. "Up to fifty or sixty years in good health. Some can last longer, but generally speaking if a human makes it to a century, age will be claiming their body and mind." The slave, the brute was speaking without an accent, as if he was highborne... but then, he likely would have been raised to serve. "Some can live longer, no idea if I'm one of them."

The male shrugged, even as her mistress frowned, directing it at the slave. "You will not die until you have my permission. Understood?"

He sighed and nodded. "As my mistress commands."

She smiled and then looked over those who were to be closest to her. "Now my handmaidens, I may loan Matt to you some time. He is a lovely cook, gives wonderful massages and has invented at least half of my alchemical beauty regimen and cosmetic cantrips!"

Now, all eyes were on the male again, because he just proved to be very useful indeed as she lifted a foot, toenails gleaming like the night sky, complete with stars. "Why, he even makes my nail polish. And girls?" The smile is wide and friendly, but now colder than frost. "You will return him in good health, because he is MINE."

The message, as she lowered her leg, pushing his face right into her lap as she hooked it around his neck, and he started attending to her through her clothes with the ease of practice as he massaged her other foot? The message was clear.

Salah Stonerage

Even as her companions engaged the royal guard protecting the whore that would sunder the world for her vanity. Hell, even members of the Horde had been recruited for this little mission, but Salah did not care. No, not if it meant that she would have a shot at the queen bitch herself. If not for her, there would be no demon invasion, her family would still be alive and she would be happy. But no, just being the queen of the most powerful empire in the world and its most powerful mage and a beauty that could warp demons wasn't enough for her, was it?

They were already doing some tweaks to history, so what did it matter if she had vengeance for all that was... she did not get further, a hand gripping her throat and squeezing. "No."
She was thrown as something impossible was seen. A human, wearing only a loincloth and sandals, a slave collar around his neck. Wait, there had been human slaves back then, hadn't there? But why was one protecting... "I can free you."

It wouldn't do anything, even as the man rolled her eyes. "First, you would not believe how many people give me that offer. Secondly, unless you can literally get rid of the leash she placed on my balls a decade back so I can't be more than a few miles from her?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, turns out the fact that I'm one of the few people who will tell her that what she is doing is a bad idea means that she wanted insurance that I wouldn't just run off." There was a scoff from the dais, and she would have sworn that one of the guards was frothing at the mouth. "Lastly, her father made me swear an oath to look after her, since I was her pet since she was born. I'm required to stick by her side till one of us dies."

There was a cry of rage... and annoyance from the platform, as the human rolled his eyes. "And since she has not yet given me permission to die? That's going to be a while yet."

He manifested a club of pure magic, as he smiled. "Still, lets politely discuss the consequences of armed rebellion and trying to assassinate the queen."

The only good thing was that he left with the great cunt herself. But not before breaking half the bones in her body with a beating that was the very definition of professional.

Queen Azshara

The thing she missed the most of her highborne form? The foot massages. Of course, this one had its advantages as well, as HER pet moved his hands, dipped in rich and magical oils along her form, as he worked those parts of her beauty regimen into her scales and flesh. What, just because she was changed due to a pact with an imprisoned god was no reason why she could relent on the basic cornerstones of feminine power! Still... the tip of one of her tentacles cupped his chin. "I had thought you would have disobeyed me,"

Her tone is controlled, somewhat tight as she looked at HER pet, still, he snorted, hands still working as he looked at her, a knowing smirk on his lips. It was just the two of them in here (and of course the ever present shadow of N'Zoth). "I'd like to think that after all this time you'd know I'm well trained."

She had just the faintest of blushes as she looked away... and towards the bed. "We are going to sleep like in the old days. Before I grew up." Now, she did not exactly give him the chance to resist, as she picked him up and carried him, flowing onto the bed and placing him behind her, his arms around her. She would never admit that missed this, that she would sleep better this way.

She still had her pride after all.